Muzan sighs as he stares at the ceiling from his position on his futon. His doctor had just finished giving him his hourly dose of medication to drink and it displeases Muzan greatly.

You on the other hand, is arranged to get married to the sick man, and decided to visit him today. The shoji door to Muzan's quarters open, his head turns from staring at the ceiling and unto you. A small scowl forms on his face as realizes who has entered his room.

"Oh, it's you... What do you want?"